Bill and Jeans Adventures Ch. 14

The Day Of The Party Part 2.

Our story continues in Steve and Madison's hotel room.

Madison is telling our story:

My eyes slowly blinked open. I was unsure at first of where I was, but as my senses started to return, I realized I was lying on the bed in our hotel room naked, except for a sheet covering half my body.

My fiancé, Steve, lay on the right side of the king-size bed, softly snoring; I felt the cozy sensation of another man behind me, snoring, as well—his soft cock pressed against the small of my back.

I was not sure who was sleeping behind me, I thought to myself, could it be Andy or Tony? Perhaps, it was the eager, young Mark. Had he followed us back to our room last night, after the hotel manager had run us off of the patio? Either way, I was too tired to turn and look.

"Oh fuck!" I whispered to myself, as I had an ever-growing recollection of last night's wild orgy. Oh my god! It was John, Kenzie's stepfather, who had saved us all from being in serious trouble, as I came to the realization he would have seen Ming, or was it Lin? pounding away and fucking my ass like a total slut.

A wave of embarrassment briefly swept over me, as more memories of last night started to return, but just for a moment—as I just felt slutty, but in a good way, because I was the center of attention—and I liked it!

And if today's party went as planned, John would likely forget what he saw on the patio.

My ego was greatly boosted because I was the one they chose to 'flying fuck' or 'helicopter fuck' or whatever the hell they called it. It was me they wanted first, not the busty blonde Jean, or even bustier Marie—but me.

Although it hurt like hell at first, the sensation of pain was soon replaced by one of pleasure as I had one incredible orgasm after another; all from having my ass reamed like never before. I was in heaven.

Proud as I was that they had picked me, I couldn't help but wonder if it was because of my reluctance to do anal—did they see claiming my ass as a challenge, or some sort of prize?

Perhaps it was mine and Steve's free-use lifestyle, that excited them? The guys we had fucked so far, as well as the few couples we had been with, seemed to reach higher states of arousal, knowing they could fuck me whenever and however they wanted. I know it had that effect on me, not knowing when or where or even by who, I might be fucked; never knowing who Steve had given the password to, when we played our horny little game.

As I thought more about last night, I remembered how Mark had orchestrated things so that all the women would be fucked, yet it was the young guys from Thailand that had chosen me. My opinion of these two young strangers had soared, as they went from nearly raping me, to becoming two of my favorite guys. Steve and I will have to invite them over to our house for more frolicking.

I raised my head and looked around the room. I could see the early morning light coming through the window, then my dazed state returned, so I lowered my head to my pillow.

I was not sure if it was from the alcohol, the intensity of my orgasms, that strange mint-like herb in my drink, or maybe just the side effects of having been fucked harder than I had ever been fucked before.

As the events of what had happened last night were slowly starting to return to me, I was wondering more about how I had made it back to our room—had I managed to walk, or had I been carried back to the room?

Steve started to talk softly in his sleep. He did that occasionally, when he was really tired or had too much to drink. He was never very clear when he talked in his sleep, but his smile told me it was a happy dream as he mumbled, "I get to fuck her next," then he paused and said, "you, you can all have a turn but I fuck her next, she is my fiancée."

I reached over and touched his cheek causing him to smile. It made me happy to know he was dreaming about me, and I loved it when he called me his fiancée.

I couldn't help but wonder who all had a turn. How many guys fucked me last night, besides Lin and Ming? Andy had earlier, I remembered, that but it was still blurry. "God, I have truly become a whore haven't I?" I giggled to myself.

I touched my hand to my right cheek and felt dried semen, and on my left cheek as well. I felt my hair and there were several spots of dried cum and a few spots still damp from that which had not dried.

I slid my hand down to my boobs and found more patches of dried cum there and on my stomach and thighs, as well. I reached around and found my ass was also coated with dried cum, that I tried to brush away.

God, I must look a sight, I thought, this whore needs a shower.

Jesus, how many guys shot their loads on me, or in me? I reached down and slipped two fingers into my pussy to find it dripping with large gobs of semen. Lin and Ming had cum in my ass, so who had fucked my pussy? Reaching back, my asshole was sore, though not as sore as I would have expected, as I felt more cum seeping out.

It was then, I noticed the snoring behind me had stopped, and what had felt like a soft cock pressed against my lower back, had then felt like a cock starting to stiffen and become noticeably harder. Fuck, I am not sure I have another round in me, I thought, as I felt his hand start moving up and down the back of my thigh very lightly, very suggestively.

Then I heard the sound of someone else snoring and then clearing their throat, from the couch on the other side of the room, followed by the sound of someone stirring on the floor at the foot of the bed, that I couldn't see.

I panicked for a moment, without the emboldening effects of alcohol.

I wondered just how many men were in the room right now, and how many men still wanted a turn!

The snoring sound that had been emanating from whoever it was that had been sleeping on the floor stopped, and a loud yawn and a stretching sound could be heard.

I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep, but peeked as he started to rise. I was shocked to see a tall, lanky, young black man, with a limp cock that looked to be eight inches long, dangling between his legs—my god, how big was it when he is hard! I couldn't help but notice that it had a dried, white substance covering it as well, I realized, it was dried cum? Had he fucked me already with that monster? Had Marie and Jean been here as well? Were they still here—could they help me?

He stood before me at the foot of the bed, and proceeded to spit on his hand and started stroking his cock, as he smiled down at me. The only thing I could think to do, was to keep my eyes closed and pretend to be asleep.

With my eyes closed, the man behind me who had been stroking his fingers up and down the back of my leg, slid ever higher; then I felt a finger slide inside my wet cunt—I was still so full of cum, that it slid in with ease.

It took all my willpower not to moan in pleasure because it felt so good, as he started to fingerfuck me. He slid in deep and probed around, touching the sides of my vagina, as my heart rate picked up and I breathed in deeply. Then I felt the hand of the lanky, young black man grab my ankle, and shake it.

In his broken English, he said, "Lady, you awake lady? We fuck, lady? We fuck again, I make you cum hard."

My mind and heart were racing, did he just say 'we fuck again?? Jesus, did he fuck me last night? Did everybody fuck me?

Could I have fucked my first black guy,a black guy from Ghana no less, and not even remember it? I mean, Jesus, he was hung like a horse.

Well, I was fucked by two guys from Thailand, so maybe I was on some kind of erotic world tour. The unknown man behind me pulled his fingers out of my pussy, and I heard the familiar sound of him spitting on them, as he reinserted two fingers into my pussy, and probed deeper—a lurid, slurpy sound emanating from my cum-drenched vagina.

With a deep Swedish accent, the man behind me fingering me said, "I will wake her up with a morning fuck, and then you can have a turn with her, Aziz."

Aziz released his hold on my ankle, and with a chuckle said, "Stretch her ass for me, Sven. I want to try her tight white ass again, I couldn't get it in her last night."

My eyes flew open wide! At that moment, I saw no reason to pretend to be asleep anymore, and from the way Aziz winked at me, I knew he was aware I was playing 'possum. Aziz gave me a wry, knowing smile, then turned and headed toward the bathroom. I couldn't help but admire his athletic build, as he walked away, his cock swaying before him.

Steve was roused from his sleep by Aziz and Sven talking, and his eyes blinked open.

At the same time, Sven slid his hand between my legs, and although I tried my best to keep them together, he easily lifted my right leg, my top leg as I lay on my side. I tried to roll away, but he held me tight. He told me, sternly, "You have more work to do, slut." With that, he thrust his large Swedish cock deep into my cunt, with enough force that it caused me to exhale and grunt.

"Fuck! Go easy, stud," I moaned, as Steve kissed me.

Sven chuckled, and said to Steve, "I fuck your woman now, yes?"

More of a statement than a question, as his cock was already balls deep inside of me, and despite all the fucking I had done last night, it felt great. My pussy was already sopping wet, and started making lurid, squishy sounds. Sven set a solid pace of stroking his cock in deep, and then pulling nearly all the way out, just to thrust in deep again.

"Yes, you fuck my woman, Sven. Fuck her hard," Steve said, as he kissed me and told me how much he loved me, and how he loved watching me get fucked.

Sven slowed his pace, intrigued to watch Steve and me interacting as a couple and talking, while he was fucking me. He reached around and clamped his large hand firmly on my right boob, using it like a handle to gain leverage as he thrust in harder.

Without thinking, more of a reflexive reaction, I moved my right leg up, bending my knee so Sven could have easier access. Sven took the hint, and thrust in deeply, taking my breath away again, as he pushed his cock head against my cervix, causing me to moan and mutter, "Oh fuck!"

Steve was a little thicker than Sven, but Sven was longer and reached deep inside me. Steve pulled back from our kiss, just as I felt the first shudder of an orgasm building and Sven announced, "She is milking my cock with her cunt!"

It was almost comical, the way he said it, sounding somewhat like the Swedish Chef from the Muppets.

Steadying myself as best I could, while the young Swedish stud fucked me, I said, "Steve," as I moaned, from Sven thrusting deeper, "how, how many guys fucked me last night?"

Sven stopped fucking me, as if I were asking him the question.

Steve looked at Sven, and said, "Sven, you were here from the start; how many guys fucked Madison last night?"

Sven started slowly fucking me again, as if that would help him remember. Then he stopped, all this starting and stopping was building me up to an intense orgasm. Sven pulled his cock back 'til just the round head was still inside me, while keeping a firm grip on my boobs.

He said, "Well, there were seven, no wait, eight other guys from my team. Aziz and six guys from his team; that old coach from their team that surprised us all by the way he made Madison scream, when he fucked her ass; that drunk, fat guy nobody knew, who just wandered in; and you, of course, Tony and Andy each had a turn, so about twenty or twenty-one guys, I suppose. Oh wait, and Mark fucked her too, so I guess about twenty-two."

Sven resumed his pace, fucking me deep and hard. God, it felt good.

But, I also felt a sudden sense of betrayal and anger, like I had been taken advantage of and used in a gangbang by twenty or more guys. And who the fuck was this fat guy that no one even knew, did he fuck me in the ass, or did I swallow the fat bastard's load?

I screamed at Steve, "Jesus Christ, Steve!" and pushed him away from me, lashing out at him, even as Sven continued fucking me. I said, "Jesus, Steve, because I was drunk, you let twenty—fucking—strangers, gangbang me, you bastard!"

Even as I said it, I wish I hadn't because I knew Steve would not let anything bad happen to me.

Steve was stunned and was searching for the words to respond when Sven surprised us both, by pulling his cock out of my cunt and slapping my ass so hard that it left a red handprint.

"Oww!" I screamed, in surprise and pain, "what the fuck, Sven!"

Sven wagged his finger, and in a serious version of the Swedish Chef's voice said, "You should not disrespect your man like that, slut. I have fucked whores and hotwives all around the world, and none were as eager as you were to get fucked last night.

"You would have done a hundred-and-twenty guys if they were here, not just twenty, and Steve kept an eye on you the whole time."

"He, he did?" I asked, looking at Sven, my ass still stinging from the slap.

"Yes, he did, and you had a great time; we all did. So don't spoil it by acting like you are angry that you got gangbanged and railed last night. Embrace it, and be proud of it. Every guy was going on and on about what a great fuck you were, and how jealous they were of Steve."

"They were?" I asked, my ego stroked again by being the center of attention.

"Yes, you were the star of the show," Sven said.

Then out of the blue, Sven asked Steve, "Have you ever fucked your woman's ass while another man was in her cunt? You know, a DP?"

Steve seemed surprised by the question, and just shook his head 'no' in response.

It was as if I wasn't even there. I was laying naked on the bed in a hotel room, being fucked by a stranger from Sweden, while he was discussing our sex life with my fiancé, asking him if he had ever fucked my ass DP style, implying I was theirs to use any way they wanted—and well, I suppose I was.

I was stunned by this and yet very turned on by it at the same time. The arousal I felt, came from my ever-growing awareness of my desire to be the center of attention, to be sought after, and to be fucked by men—all men.

Last night, I was not any sort of a victim but a slut, reveling in being the center of attention at a gangbang, willing to take any cock, anywhere.

Oh my god! I was turning into another Kenzie!

Sven said, "Dude, you have got to try it; there is nothing that gets a bitch off, like a hard DP, her ass will suck the cum from your balls when she squeezes down on your cock!"

Sven pulled his cock out of my pussy, and lay down on the bed; then as if by instinct, I climbed on top of him, my ass still a little sore from all the pounding it had taken last night, but that sensation was replaced by being the center of attention. So I mounted the handsome, young Swede and guided his cock back inside my cunt, and started a slow rocking motion up and down on his long cock. He grabbed my tits and squeezed them hard.

I couldn't help but moan and cry out, "Fuck me!"

"That's it, slut! Ride Sven like a horse," he commanded.

There was a time when being called a slut would have angered me, but that was in the past.

Steve rolled out of bed, picked up a bottle of lube from the nightstand and moved around to take his position behind me, where he could see Sven's cock slick with cum, slowly moving in and out of my cunt, as I rocked back and forth.

I decided to tease the boys now, as I said, "Steve, baby, my ass is kinda sore, can we try this DP thing later?"

Sven interjected and sternly said, "Do as you're told, slut! I want to feel Steve's cock deep in your ass, while I'm fucking you."

So Steve lubed up his cock, and then lubed a finger which he slid into my ass, moving it from side to side, trying to stretch me open even more. He could feel Sven's cock moving in and out of my vagina, which made his cock all the more harder.

God, I felt so slutty at that moment, as Sven paused and said, "I will hold my cock in place, Steve, while you enter her. It is surprising how tight she still is, after all the fucking she took last night."

I was proud of that, as I felt the head of Steve's cock push through my tight asshole, its width taking my breath away, as my breathing turned to more of a deep panting then. It felt so damn tight with Sven already in my cunt, I could feel both cocks pressing against each other, and then start to move as Steve pushed deeper into my ass.

I started to rise up, as I cried out, "Easy, boys, easy. Oh FUUUUUCK! Oh FUCK! I don't think I can do this!"

I tried to move away from Steve's cock, which was poking deeply into my guts, but Sven's strong arms encircled me, holding me in place, as Steve started probing ever deeper into my ass. Sven resumed thrusting upwards, lifting me higher, 'til Steve pulled out and rose to stand on the mattress straddling me. He re-entered my ass, stretching my asshole to take him in this new position, so he could move with Sven's thrusting and fuck me even harder.

An orgasm, harder than any I had ever experienced, swept over me, as I started screaming, "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck your slut, Steve, fuck your horny fiancée-slut, ream your bitch's ass!"

Sven pulled me tight to him and started kissing me in a very romantic way. He stuck his tongue in my mouth, and we French kissed like crazy, which seemed to drive Steve wild, as he slammed into my ass deeper and harder, jerking my body back and forth like a rag doll. Sven pushed in as far as he could, my body moving back and forth from Steve's thrusting, giving him all the pleasure he could handle; his arms held me tight, so I could not get away from Steve, who was practically raping my ass.

Steve continued thrusting deeply, and slapped my ass hard. So hard, it left a red imprint as he bellowed out, "OH FUCK, she is tight!!!"

I cried out, "Holy fuck, Steve!" as I came hard, again.

This caused Aziz to return, and stand by the bed to watch the show. Sven noticed Aziz and called out, "Hey, bro, make this bitch airtight. Fuck her throat while we slam her ass and cunt!"

I suddenly freaked out for some reason, and shook my head 'no', as Aziz stepped up on the bed, and started thrusting his huge black cock in my face, slapping my face with it, his pre-cum smearing my cheeks.

Steve was so aroused by the scene, he slapped my ass hard again and shouted, "Jade!" and then, "bitch, suck that black cock!"

Jade was my current consent word, and it was as if I had no free will left. I quit resisting and opened my mouth wide, to allow Aziz to thrust his cock deep down my throat, gagging me. But, somehow, I was able to to suck his cock while he fucked my throat deeper than ever before; it was as if he was trying to force his balls into my mouth.

"Damn, your bitch can really suck cock!" Aziz pronounced, in his deep voice.

The boys had truly made me air-tight.

"Fuckin' A, she can suck cock."

Steve said proudly, "No one fucks or sucks like my Madison."

I felt the warm glow of attention again, as I tried my best to take Aziz's cock deep, while Sven and Steve pummeled my holes.

Then Sven shouted, "Fuck, I'm close!"

"Me too," Steve said, as in unison, they picked up the pace thrusting into me harder and deeper than ever before.

Aziz struggled to hold my head in place, while he fucked my throat, 'til finally, he pulled out, to better watch the pounding I was taking. I went limp on top of Sven, breathing hard as an strong orgasm swept over me, and it was then, that both Sven and Steve roared out, "Oh FUCK!"

I felt them both start to cum deep in my ass and cunt at the same time; they shot spurt after spurt of semen deep inside me. As I lay pinned between them, all I could do was ride it out 'til finally, Steve collapsed on my back, his chest heaving as I felt his cock start to soften. He pulled out of my ass and rolled to the side, his cum flowing from my gaping ass down my thigh onto Sven below me.